He came back with a tray of food with him. He didn't listen to her and had a bowl of soup, rice, and some fish for her consumption.
He placed the tray on the bedside table and unlocked her wrist, the other cuff link still remained attached to the bedpost.
"I'm really sorry, queenie," he took her wrist and kissed the red mark that remained from her several attempts to struggle free.
She remained silent. She didn't have to ask him to realize that he said sorry not for abducting her but for tying her up to the bedpost.
He sat beside her and placed some pillows on her back, propping her into a sitting position, "I made some soup, and something light you can eat for dinner. I hope you will like it. I am not so confident, and I believe I lack talent in the kitchen. I shouldn't have made the chef leave for today, but I wanted our first night together to be just exclusively for us."
